Desperado
You say you hate this town,
well baby what are you doing hanging around here for?
You know damn well no place could ever hold you,
you gotta spread your wings and be free.
So take hold of that velvet rope
and just slip right on under,
you weren't meant for fancy cages
of jewels and gold and glass.
You were meant to be soaring just out of my reach,
stretching your fingers just far enough
so that my hands could never touch yours.
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